We are proud and strong
Fight for right not wrong
To South Africa we belong
and this is our song:
We are the lost boys
Working in vast locations
Caring guns like toys
Wearing blue for motivation
We see innocent people die
In a losing fight
We hear new born babies cry
Every day and night
We live from day to day
Counting weeks as they fly by
Minutes become April, May
One by One the years fly
We love being alone
For that’s the nearest we get to a place
We call home where they wait
Wait with their eyes wet
We are the naughty boys
Always doing the naughty things, too
Give us our daily joys
Normal life brings
We are here, there, everywhere
Always to be seen,
But nobody listens to us, or cares
Because we are unit 19